Oct 22, 2008 18:21
When Sam had found Josh sitting and staring out at the ocean, he hadn't asked Josh to come back so much as he told him. There hadn't been much talking, more like a few uttered curses and some shoving, and Josh was on his feet and heading back home. They'd parted ways at the Compound, Josh taking a shower and collapsing to sleep for hours.
It only took a day to realize he had spiked a fever, but he'd gotten over his raging cold about a week later. He wasn't really surprised that after spending days in the rain that he'd managed to get sick, and he was mostly thankful he hadn't caught pneumonia or something horrible.
Pretty much recovered, he was firmly planted on the couch in the rec room, feeling much better, a cup of coffee in hand and book of Sudoku puzzles on the table in front of him.
sam